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End of the niGht.

 

End of the niGht.

(album: Yesterday's Tomorrow - 2015)


Baby, baby what's the plans?
The night is slipping out our hands

I seen you over there girl
Why don't you come over here girl
Don't be scared girl
There's enough of that in the world girl
I'm posted up with my boys
You chillin with your girls, girl
And I bet you all are pretty as your peals girl
Jigga man, roc-a-fella, girls girls girls, girl
Physically, you don't have to remember me
But don't forget my energy
Feel where I'm coming from
So you can see where we going to
Cause by the end of the night, if you come with me
You gon' forget what you're going through
And by the end of the night if I come with you
I'm gon' forget (forget, forget)

Baby, baby what's the plans? (yeah, yeah)
The night is slipping out our hands (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna see what's good with you

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
So come and slide to the left side
Your body shape hypnotize in that dress ma'
Yes I, slide then we'll quick ride
The curve of your hips, take your thighs for a test drive
See me, I like a freak in Nicole, diva
Sheema and keema know the freak in Nicole need to (exhale)
For the weekend lets go deeper
See when I set sail, I leave a leak in your hole weaker than you
Your friends' probably feeling it too
I know most of them chickens with it
I could get them a room
I just hope it change the liquor get up into ya boo
Listen I ain't trippin, if ya'll ain't tryna kick it it's cool
Cause what I want, is light skin, down, booty round
Girl you thicker than thirty snickers come pounce on me now
Let me demonstrate, I'll hit it with my baseball bat
See I knew you with it
Why you make a face like that?
Hol' up

Baby, baby what's the plans? (yeah, yeah)
The night is slipping out our hands
I'm tryna see what's good with you
Baby, baby what's the plans? (yeah, yeah)
The night is slipping out our hands (yeah, yeah)

done

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